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To ease me first I wilh'd her to remove :
And begg'd the court of heaven, but in vain,
That, whilst both lived, I should entertain,
At mine owo charge, both ber and all her train, No help then, but or I must die, or the; And yet my death of no avail would be:
For one death I had dy'd already then, When firt fhe liv'd in me; and now to die Another death again were but to tie *
And twist them both into a third, which when
It once hath seiz'd on, never looseth men, Her death might be my life; but her to kill. 1, of myself, had neither power por will.
So desp'rate was my case. Whilf I delay'd, My guest fill teem'd, my debts ftill greater grew; The less I had to pay, the more was due.
The more I knew, the more I was afraid :
The more I mus'd, the more I was dismay'd. At last I learn'd, there was no way but one: A friend must do it for me.' He alone,
That is the Lord of life, by dying can Save men from death, and kill corruption : And many years ago the deed was done,
His heart was pierc'd; out of his fide there ran
Sin's corrosives, restoratives for man.
What Grace and Truth do offer lib'rally.
Hope waiting upon Faith said inftantly,
That thenceforth I should live, Corruption dic, And so she dy'd, I live. But yet, alas! We are not parted : she is where she was,
Cleaves fást unto me till, looks thro' mine eyes, Speaks in my tongue, and museth in my mind, Works with' mine hands; her body's left behind,
Altho' her soul be gone. My miseries
All flow from hence; from hence my woes arise, I loath myself, because I leave her not: Yet cannot leave her. No she is my lot,
Now being dead, that living was my choice: And still, tho’ dead, she both conceives and bears Many faults daily, and as many fears :
All which for vengeance call with a loud voice,
And drown my comforts with a deadly noise
Corruption noisome, even mortify'd ?
Or will not credit, until they have try'd,
That friendly looks oft false intents do hide.
To all that understand her. That do none,
Then doat they on her, as upon their own,
And she to them seems beautiful alone,
Or rather carry'd captive unto sin,
The woise part of the better oft doth win:
And when I should have ended, I begin... The scent would choak me, were it not that Grace Sometimes vouchfafeth to perfume the place
With odours of the Spirit, which do eafe me, And counterpoise Corruption. Blessed Spirit, Altho' eternal torments be my merit,
And of myself transgressions only please me.
And grace enough being reviv'd to raise me, Challenge thine own. Let not intruders hold Againft thy right, what to my wrong I sold.
Having no state myself, but tenancy,
O speak the word, and make these inmates flee:
?!. The Curb. insya DEACE, rebel-thought ; dost thou 'not know thy King,
My God, is here ?
Make thee forbear?
Are but his spies :
Thy words were lies.
Began to move,
Me from thy love :
Aud thou might both
Take up my heart together for your inn,
And neither lothe .
And part again.
The fault is great,
I must be beat.
Tho' to my pain:
Nor sin again :
What I shall do.
That labour's eas'd:
And thou art pleas’d.
That do'st relent,
Do but repent ? .
I'll tell that too.
Of thorns in down,
And joy alone
Ye cumb'rous cares and fears :
No room to sighs and tears,
As ravish'd with delight,
So fools their friends requite.
And at the noise
Did make, arofe.
• Each where,
And loudly cry'd,
But none reply'd :
I found my love was gone,
Leaving me all alone.
The Search HITHER, Oh! whither is my Lord departed ? VV What can my love, that is so tender-hearted, Forsake the soul, which once he thorough darted,
As if it never smarted ?